I've googled out the right term to describe the mess Philo, my friend, has got into. "Breach of Promise" satisfies her. It reassures her that she has been wronged and that it matters in the rest of the world too.
Her "husband"(her word) is missing, which means to me that he doesn't want her. And I'd drown rather than chase someone who doesn't need me. So I'd be kinda glad that he left before he set up home with me.
Philo stands steadfast, determined to fight. Unlike mine, her morality says once fucked, forever chained. Mine says that sex is not immoral.
Philo was last with a man 17 years ago. The ideas of right and wrong in that era abide with her and it's gratifying that she's able to see it in black and white.
Of course, it will hurt her more than someone who's able to view it dispassionately in browns, greys and all the in betweens.
My survival mechanism is practical, hers is the stuff of great stories. Her desire for revenge, her quick mastery of the internet for the purpose...My stories end quickly as I allow no great sorrow to engulf me. One sorrow is replaced quickly by a myriad joys.
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